Copyright © 2015 Heidi Lis

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Follow the Author

Prologue…5 years earlier

OUR STUDY SESSIONended early with, both of us knowing where tonight was heading. We’ve talked about this night for so long, it is the first time for both of us. Our nerves are getting the best of us as we make small talk sitting on his bed. Knowing Micah has had his share of make out sessions is a bit comforting, at least one of us knows what they are doing. My experience to this point in my life is limited; most of it comes from my romance novels I love to read. Wow, how sad is that?

He’s so gentle and caring, never rushing me. The fact that he keeps asking me if I’m okay, has me falling for him even more. He delicately kisses my trembling lips while lying on top of me. Fully clothed, Micah is rocking his body against mine. Somewhere between scorching hot kisses, my eyes glazed over, they are entranced in his icy blue eyes. His sultry smile cascades a blazing streak of fire down my body.

Removing my shirt over my head, Micah unhooks my bra and takes a nipple into his mouth. No words could ever describe how incredible this feels. The moans escaping my throat help intensify his urge to passionately consume me. I’m drowning in every touch and kiss he unleashes upon me.

The minute his teeth graze my skin is the moment my mind spins out of control. A fire in the pit of my stomach erupts into an inferno, the only one I crave, is him. Grasping his shoulders, I strip him of his shirt. My urge to touch him overtakes me as I trace his naked chest, letting my eyes drink in the sight of him. What a sight, Micah with a shirt on is sexy, but Micah shirtless is mind-blowing.

He moans, looking as though he is in pain. “Elsa, I love the softness of your body. So perfect.” He kisses a trail of wetness licking up one side of my throat just under my ear. “Your body tastes so good, you taste like a peach.” That would be my lotion.

My slight snickering has him whispering a ‘tsk-tsk’ before rocking his jean covered erection against mine. Oh my, God, when he hits that spot, I gasp, reaching for him. I had no clue being with him could ever be this good. Locking my hands under his pillow, Micah takes a hold of my hips, raising me slightly, so our hips touch before he sits back on his knees. He’s intentionally torturing me with his rock his hard pelvis. Lust-crazed moans escape my lips while the nerves in my body take a back seat to want.

“Micah, I’m so close.” The words escape my mouth with such intensity as my impending release inches even closer.

Glancing up, his larger frame swallows my petite one. He glides his chest against mine, whispering in my ear, “Hang on pretty girl, I’ve spent way too long waiting to see you like this. You’re so much sexier than in my dreams…and my dreams were pretty damn vivid.”

After we are both stripped of our clothes, Micah traces his index finger up my entire body from toe to lips. I’m finally getting a good look at him naked, and I freeze. My eyes widen, praying like hell my body will adjust to him. He catches my scared expression and he tips my chin with his finger.

“Are you sure you want this, pretty girl? Please, say yes, or I need to take a cold shower.”

A chuckle escapes my throat as I hold onto his hand, kissing it lightly. “I’ve never been this sure of anything in my life, but I’m nervous,” I whisper at the same time my throat tightens. “I want this to be good for you, too.”

No words, instead he takes my hand and brings it to his face. Cupping his cheek, he leans forward to press his lips with mine.

The minute he reaches for a condom he had in his jeans pocket, I close my eyes, praying. I want this more than anything, but the horrific stories I’ve heard about a girl’s first time is damn frightening. Those dreadful thoughts spark a sudden panic attack, without realizing it, I must have bitten my lip because my eyes snap open when Micah is pulling it free with his fingers. At once, I release it, and he seals his lips to mine yet again. This kiss is like no other kiss; it’s a kiss to end all kisses.

Softly, he whispers. “I swear I shouldn’t Elsa, but I think I’m in love with you.”

“Oh Micah, I know I’m in love with you.” My eyes instantaneously fill with tears. I have the confirmation for what I had hoped for so long. He loves me.

The look of surprise on his face glazes over as the spark in his eyes twinkle with his smile. “Really, pretty girl?”

I can’t help smiling. “Really.”

“Let me show you how much I love you.”

My heart stops beating, I forget how to breathe, and I swear time stands still. I’m yearning for him. “Show me.”

Taking a hold of my lower back, Micah lifts one leg over his hip. Lining himself up, he leans forward, and takes my lips with his own. Once again, I lose myself like I always do when he kisses me. The instant he parts my lips with his tongue, he thrusts into my mouth at the same time he pushes inside my body. Holding onto his shoulders, I cry into his kiss. The burning sensation pales in comparison to how incredibly full I feel. He’s consuming me, and I greedily take him in, ignoring the burn. My body quakes with every moan that escape my lips. I pull him closer with every thrust of his hips. The back and forth motions dull my pain as my desires increase tenfold.

Our need for one another only intensifies as a sex-crazed Micah props himself on his elbows and begins thrusting like an animal. His lustful moans and tantalizing smile make him even more desirable. I can feel I’m on the brink, as my stomach quivers and my muscles tense before tipping over the edge in euphoria. Quivering under his steady gaze and stronghold, he pushes me straight into oblivion. Not even two seconds later, Micah, with his eyes glazed over, starts shouting my name with his intense release.

Present Day

I’M STILL STRUGGLING, after all this time, my mind can’t stop from remembering. I can’t count how many times I’ve heard that five years is a long time to get over someone, anyone for that matter. No one understands. Here at Burn, my favorite gym, I’m doing the only thing that helps me deal with another day…without him. Months and years come and go, but the pain in my chest is as real as it was the moment my life no longer held any meaning.